though lesse lov'd of men Had you beene charie of your Maidenhead As you were of your Beautie y 'might ha' spread Your Ivorie Leafes to Sparrows and they 'd peck Those Letters out which doe your Goddesse deck Faire Maid for that thou hast a stirring thought Of Greatnesse hating all but such as brought A Showre like Us into our Dana's Lap We fancie thee too much to let a Clap Of raging Thunder pierce thee lend thine eare What is 't a match No Why thinkst thou they heare We will adjourne the Court Not prythee say I am incinder'd kisse me 't will allay My heat come I will have it so wee 'l steale Into an obscure cranie put the eye Of Phoebus out my appetite does frye Vulcan How Iupiter does looke now 't is a prey Wou'd make all sell their happ'nesse by my fay A plump-cheek'd wench and does deserve no lesse Honour than Venus were she of her Dresse I le to her don't beleeve him Lasse his Wife Will blast thee with her anger intrap thy life As she did poore Alomena's leane to mee Venus and I are out I le none but thee And though I 'm rough and sootie yet I can Bestow on thee the pleasures rest in man As well as he my hoofe shall be set right If thou sweare to let me taste delight Or if thou wilt not sweare or yeeld yet bee A woman winke and let me feed on thee Iupiter Thou art a sawcie Vulcan goe about To make me thunderbolts for th' Summer rout Use your black-crusted hands i' th' Cyclops forge Or dye your Hornes a sable hue disgorge Your juicie stomack where our Horses lyes Your man-like action needs must please their eyes Or make thy Wife turne honest but I feare Mars ha's too late uncharm'd her Hemispheare Vulcan Why in this passion 'las I will connive At all your doings provided I may thrive As well as you by it What not agree Iuno shall know thy folly then D' ye see How brisk he is with th' piece of Venerie The match is made and he must clip the thred That tyes her beautie to her maiden bed Iuno Wee 'le make her feele our wrath Why fall you not To Censure Where 's our Iupiter Absent What Courting the trash of Beautie Iupiter Yes but loose My labour shee 's growne cunning to refuse Nay use your pleasure now shee 'l scarce be made Capable of Venus traffique Wantons Trade Iuno Then Boy 't is thee we stay for let thy Art And tongue agree Cupid Doubt not I 'le find her heart Since I as Vmpire stand I will that shee A faithlesse Wanton shall from henceforth bee One whose insatiate Wombe no meane shall know But prostitute her Body till shee grow Unusefull and that time shall let her see A period to her hidden Venerie Her person shall be much desir'd of many Nor chast nor constant shall she prove to any But covet to imbrace new fashions still Whereby to glut her base insatiate will Those that have long been practisers in sin She shall instruct new wayes to wallow in And with her faire illusions shall invite All sorts of Nations to her seem'd delight But when her Face with furrowes shall appeare And that her Cheekes no Rosie colour beare When her soft Lip shall want the force to bind Thousands by adjuration to her mind When as the youthfull heat hath left to raigne And that her Nerves an Icie cold retaine Where Eyes begin to looke into her Soule Where they espie it spotted wicked foule When as her Hands so much admir'd shall be Wither'd and like a bare Anatomie Then shall she lingring live without reliefe Nor shall one prove a helper to her griefe Those whom her youth and time she spent withall When as her Beautie became prodigall Shall loath to heare her nam'd and more her fight Shall be to 'em as poys'nous Aconite And when that Time shall with his Neighbour Death Steale unawares and stop her vitall breath All that she leaves behind is but her Name And that lives onely to enlarge her shame So while she lives her life is but a hate And yet her death proves more unfortunate Wretched by birth and so brought vp to woe In Life accurst in Death her Soules chiefe foe Then what remaines but onely this to prove A scorne to Time a hatred unto Love And on her Grave this Epitaph shall be Read to condemne her vitious memorie Her Epitaph HEre remaines a Piece that shame Does forbid to owne or name She was once as this a Stone 'Till Conversion made her none Then her Beautie stain'd her Soule Being faire she was most foule Lov'd yet hated all 't is crost Whom she lov'd she hated most She was skil'd in Language too Ev'ry Nation did her woo She cou'd French interpret well Till she fashion'd how to spell Through the Nose If any passe On this tender yeelding Grasse To view this Piece doe not weepe 'T is a passion they may keepe Onely Charitie bids us say She is happie now she 's Clay Omnes We like thy Censure well and are content She shall endure thy Doome and punishment An Epithalamium on the two happie Paire Thomas B. Esquire the younger and his faire Bride VP lazie Morne send through th' odorous ayre A blush that may invite the Hemispheare To wonder then looke pale with spleene denie To all save to this Bride supremacie Wonder in that the still usurping Night Fat with the weight of sinnes dismounted spight Of his assistant Horrors e're his Raigne Fatall to erring Mortals cou'd obtaine Its finall course and Day appeare before Thy Porter had unhing'd his painted Dore And 't is confest that Night two houres ha's lost Since her bright rising banished his Host Starres hid themselvs in Clouds no Cynthia seene The petty Lights would all have Cynthias beene Could they have vanquisht Nature but the height Of their Ambition prov'd their Opposite And sunke them in their Errors Oh! to see A Heav'n on Earth yet Heav'n no Heav'n to bee Lesse by her Light assisted th' Skie appeare In sable dresse while Day did trip it here A new Aurora brake whose potent smiles Gilded the Easterne Morne thaw'd Winter Iles Tyl'd o're with plates of Ice shew'd th' Heav'ns grow poor In goodnesse yet from her they may gleane store To furnish 'em for ever 'lesse they be Too prodigall of her liberalitie Hamstead was made a Paradise each Bush Retain'd a Spring-like Coat the chirping Thrush Grew proud and wanton and did use their Note In fancying Anthems which they got by Rote The chanting Philomels mellifluous straine O' th' piked Eglantine reviv'd againe The am'rous Spring and Roses there were blowne That in their Chaos slept forgot unshowne The frostie-bearded Winter at her feet Dropt into Pearles his substance and the Sheet That Earth of Nature borrowes to lye in Chequer'd with Flòra's beauties did begin To prove abortive came before their time Yet safe deliver'd of its Spicie slime Forc't by her radiant lustre
to see her lips and cheekes so red The humble Pebbles where her feet did lite Were straight made Jacinths Saphires Rubies bright Who wantonly did kiste At such a change as this And blest the comming of this glorious light If any Objects pleas'd her with a glance They should be Mynes of Dyamonds but Chance The fickle Goddesse would not be Propitious to our hopes 'cause wee Shee fear'd with her might out-vye Spaine and France Nay both the Indies None need plough the Seas To purchase wealth with toyle for here with ease They might obtaine A world of gaine Had she but writ in smiles to them I please But oh shee 's gone and ev'ry thing has now His courser Nature on Winters rough brow And Boreas blast With envious hast Rends ev'ry tree dis-leaves each twigge and bough The Phoenix too retir'd unto her nest And pining for her absence pierc't her brest With sighes and di'd Left none beside Clarinda with her worth to be possest On the first leafe of a Psalme Booke presented to Clarinda TO her faire hand I this direct Good Angels guide and her protect That keepes my heart O may shee be But touch'd with flames of Love like me Another vacant leafe in the same Booke SHine little Booke more glorious than the Sunne In her faire heart that hath thy Masters wonne May'st thou procure in her relenting teares To pitty him whose thoughts breed naught but feares I know that thou hast power enough and Art To wound rewound and cure a wounded hart Thou art her chiefe delight whose vertuous minde To study thee from childhood hath enclinde Tell her thy Master sent thee for that shee Might think on him by often reading thee To Clarinda walking with her in the night in a Wood or Grove she being fearefull FEare not Clarinda though th' emulous Night Doubting his forked Queene shou'd loose her light Retires behind a Cloud horne-mad to see Her glorious lamps extinguished by thee Yet did she know the good shee might embrace At her full rising on her mealy face Viewing thy exquisite beauty wou'd be drawne Mantles of crimson blushes t' grace the lawne Of her complexion till the angry Morne Growne pale with Envy sues they may adorne Her cheekes But th' pride of Heav'n's ecclips'd this peacefull Grove Enjoyes their Cynthia ev'ry starre does move As your attendants Here what need I crave Twy-light from Heav'n that such a Guider have Doe you not see each harmlesse creature hies With early haste to view those Radiant eies As Heav'ns bright Tapers th' active Fayries doe Trip from their Glo-worme and resort to you But having seene you vanish thinking day Was sent their tardy errors to betray Repine and dye for anger Th' Naiades Seeing themselves surpast in Beauty please Their Fancies with adoring you desire No greater blisse than warmth from your pure fire Why weepes my deare Clarinda here is none Dare injure thy knowne pur'ty th' art alone In naught but singularity See The skyes Offer their stock of teares to save thy eyes Mix not thine with corruption they can be No lesse my Faire 'till purifi'd by thee Each teare that falls from that coelestiall fount Is of more price than Craesus wealth can mount To by Arithmetick 't is of that store One drop will buy the world when it growes poore See they have left with thee ambitious raine To watch thy opportunity to gaine Such undeserved happinesse I 'le seeke Anon for ev'ry pearle upon thy cheeke There shall not one be lost each tree does shake Their sappy heads drops falling downe doe take Hold with thy breath compounded Nectar 's made Which by Favonian winds is straight convey'd To Ioves Emperial Palace to the brink They fill their Bowles and Healths about they drink To us and our successe the blinking Boy Recovering sight by thee is drunk for joy And vowes unto his Mother and the rest To build his Paradise upon thy brest So proves my Rivall but I know thy might Has power to blinde him as thou gav'st him sight So drowne his expectation in the flood Of the incensed Justice of the good The Graces waite for thee and Cedars now As you past by their lofty tops they bow To doe you reverence while you sooty Hall Stayes your approach to guild it then it shall Resemble heaven for brightnesse Fancie die If what thou speak'st be an Hyperboly To Clarinda singing and playing on the Lute shee being bashfull upon the sight of him BLush not Clarinda though my sences steale Upon thy modesty I prythee seale My welcome with a smile Oh! stop not Sweet Let once againe thy ayre and singers meet In blest contention I prote it my eares Were rapt into attention and the Spheares Wantonly tript to heare 'em sure there lyes Some power 'bove Magick in those Star-like eyes Whose swift pursuit gives life unto each string T' obey the touch of thy soft fingering The amorous courdage of thy Lute convayes Unto the Heav'ns such Harmony that stayes The Planets to admire it But thy breath Despight of Nature can enlive pale death Sing then Clarinda ravish evry sence With the choyse concord of thy excellence Out-doe the Lybian Harper touch thy Lute And doome the world to silence Angels mute While thou chaunt'st Madrigals whose flight may tell The world th' art Heavens only miracle For that the Earth till now has never bin Possest of such a glorious Seraphin Oh happy roome that has atchived more Grace by her voyce than e're thou knew'st before Or thy first Master hop'd for shee has made Thee by her presence an Elizian shade The dumb Effigies dance and th' hangings doe Shake off their gravity and congie to The motion of your body which till now Made gray with sorrow wore a sullen brow And youthfully doe move my faire One see Thy Power 's above the reach of Poetry Or Art or Fancie live to cure the world Of Lethargies and when curst clouds are hurld T' oppres 't Send forth thy breath 't will purifie the ayre From Plagues infection full as well as prayer An excusive Letter made by the Author for a friend of his to his Father AS one who having rob'd fearing no Law Till hue and cry assaults him and doth draw Perforce his body to the Gaole where long Enduring ali extreames at last is stung With some remorce of conscience doth relent His wicked life a reform'd penitent He goeth farre that never back returnes An angry fire 't is that ever burnes Within the heart of man Oh! then be pleas'd To let your anger passe and be appeas'd Though all this while my Infant yeares did stray And trod the path of follies baiting way Though all this while I was in blindnesse led And all my sences unto fondnesse wed My unripen'd yeares had not the wit to finde The vaine delights that still provokes the minde Till buying wit now at the dearest rate I gain'd experience through my best friends hate Witnesse the daily teares I
Votaries And cannot retaine beliefe Colusive you Were ever reall but in being untrue That only thou wert made for else thy brest Would ne're have covetted a new imprest But like the constant Emerauld have kept Its primitive stamp and purity falshood slept In ignorance O yee powers can there be An absolution for impiety If you 'l decline from Justice then you may Flatter her erring hopes with a long day Of fatall tryall whose conviction must Precipitate her gloryes into dust Sure though prolong'd the difference then will be Th' insulting freedome chain'd my bondage free The Authors Dreame WHen as my dull and weary'd eyes had long With tedious watchings 'bout my temples hung The vale of sleepe like a long wasted Lamp Smother'd went out and fell into a damp My sences tasting of some happinesse Ambition rose and strove for further blisse Till that me thought an Eccho in my eare Bad rise and follow me why sleep'st thou here With that a Winter-sweat did over-spread My bloodlesse cheekes as in amazement dead Each limb did shake my panting heart did knell Death 's sad unwelcome tone Nights-passing-bell The selfe-same voyce againe did seeme to be The comforter of my sad hopes and me Musick possest mine eares in that I then Contemn'd my feares and seem'd awake agen No sooner had my eares enjoy'd so rare Unlook'd for pleasures but did straight repaire A Lady of that beauty clad in white As seem'd to out-face Day and conquer Night Her haire dishevel'd hung about her browes A wreath of Lawrell on her garments vowes Of perjur'd Lovers mingled with the blood Of some poore injur'd creature that withstood No ill-tempestuous storme in hope to gaine For her pure constancie th' Elizian Plaine When as their spotted soules as black as hell Shall choake themselves with vows in Pluto's Cell Her brests not bare but in a modest manner Shew the pure colour of true Lovers Banner Under the which they hold their second faith Those spungy pearlesse Twins the females hath About which blood a pretious stone was plac'd Such as had Venus worne it wo'd have grac'd Her wanton beauty and have forc'd the Boy T' a' left his dallying and the sport enjoy On th' other side whereas black vowes doe make A darknesse shadow brightnesse does pertake Of golden Charecters that who so see Must by those golden letters guided be Rich Sandals fetcht from farre of purest gold Did her unvalu'd feet in pleasure hold As white as is the purest morning milk And seem'd insnar'd with fine Arabian silk With her two Virgins also clad in white Supporting on each side this Queene of light Upon each garment artificially Was interweav'd a pearle distilled eye Sad discontented languisht broken hearts Feares teares sighes sobs laments and piercing darts Crosse Fates friends frownes in gold the Parents hate Seem'd their contentions to expostulate With that their soules sweet Organs tun'd Forbeare Let thy feares vanish we shall bring thee where Death keepes his Court the sable irksome Cell Of murdering soules where sinnes with Furies dwell There thou shalt see each broken Vow to have Deserved punishment dead want a Grave Yet feare not Youth for through the ayre wee 'l hover And with our robes of truth thy doubts will cover My feares then left me and we mounted straight On a wing'd Chariot they enjoyn'd to waite For us drawne with foure milk-white Doves Such as dame Venus's pleas'd with when her Loves Shee meanes to visit through the ayre than wee Swifter than nimble-footed Mercury Did fly At length Such shrill confusions beat into my eares As wo'd have sunk the world dissolv'd the spheares But Truth my still supporter bade me be No whit yet daunted for I soone sho'd see Horrours of worse affrightments with that shake The lower earth and from a Sulphurous lake Flew flames of quenchlesse fier with the smoake Of loathsome brimstone eating trees of Oake The dismall noyse of screech-Owles hissing Snakes Toads Adders Monsters and what else pertakes Of ugly poyson seem'd a Cavalere And fellow partner with all creatures there In that salt teares made furrowes in my cheekes And for some reconciliation seekes With that demanding of my guider Truth What place that was she answer'd pretty Youth A place where false neglectfull Lovers be Such as have cancell'd faith and loyalty This is the place where thy disdainefull Faire Shall be created new teare her bright haire Rejoyce to have a Serpent to her bed And by deformed monsters ravished My panting soule then sunk but tender shee Rais'd me againe demanding straight of mee The reason of that passion I reply'd I lov'd her still though Reason it deny'd Shall she for whom my studies I have spent Faire Truth receive this doome and punishment Shall Monsters then enjoy what I before Did Idolize and as my Saint adore Shall they suck hony from so rich a Hive And glut themselves with that each soule alive Wo'd humbly kneele for O shall they then be The only meanes t' enlarge my misery Truth 's answer was wee 'l leave this dolefull place Banish distrust wee 'l mend our slow-wing'd pace And drive thee to the Tempe of content Where Love shall laugh at Falshoods banishment And in dispight of Envie shall obtaine The feeling welcome of his heart againe Where Pyramus and Thisbe live in blisse And there enjoy each other with a kisse Then did we drive our Chariot through a Grove Of Mayden-flowers where the Queene of Love Met with her Martialist and present came With due salutes and homage to Truths name The Chariot staid we lighted and then went Into a place call'd Loves true ravishment Where e'ry pretty Bird in warbling notes Did give us entertainement with their Votes Each Lover had his Mate and on the Greene Did sport and play and blush because o're-seene Exchanging kisses in so much that I Did emulate their candy'd jollity The Virgins that did waite upon our Queene Left her with me and went into a Greene Where two sweet Youths clad in a crimson dye Did give 'em entertainment to the eye Joyes met with joyes the Quiristers did sing As welcoming the wanton youthfull Spring Where in an Arbour crown'd with Violets Each with his Mate new happinesse begets Truth 's smiling Aspect with her Affrick gemms Offer'd a whisper to me and condemnes My former incredulity then gave Me her advice to purchase ought they have Opens her richest Caskenet and shewes The bed of Odours where th' Elizian Rose The sence-delighting Violets and th' rest Of Flora's pride are in a Garland drest Compass'd about with little hoops of Glasse Reflecting on each cheeke that by 'em passe The ground-work honey and the Juice of love The Mornes refreshment Nectar cast by Iove Instead of dew upon their colour'd veynes With oyle of Constancy to keepe from steynes Of every ruder hand and there they lye Unpluckt by any save Maturity No mervaile then Winter cannot afford Us such Redolent Miracles when th' hord And Closet that retaynes 'em is a
but toucht will fall Straight into ashes so that little All Of good in Women is compounded so The least breath of temptation they 'l yeeld to There is so many sleights us'd by vilde Woman That th' custome like themselves is now grown common They can instruct their eyes to weepe when they Like Crocadiles are readiest to betray Our lives to eminent danger they doe make Love break knots of rushes which in twisting breake The sweets they give us treacherously assumes To stifle up our sences with Perfumes If we from Gall can extract Honey then Sin may produce such Vertues Simple men Aptly may credit but beleeve me Friend Those that are bad their Mischeifes have no end They are to theire affections so unjust They banish chast Love to comply with Lust I have bin long a Scholler in Loves Schoole Experience made me a Proficient foole I know the desperate effects ensue This apish love and would advertise you As one that friendship and your knowing merit Has fasten'd in a cordiall tye inherit Deare Sir that blessed freedome which the name Of Worth in Man can challenge temper th' flame You have receiv'd let not your female creature Knowes how to work upon so good a Nature Take you up wholly so your friends to be Depriv'd of what they love Your company Which they hold pretious to 'em Gentle Sir Let not your course runne so irregular But limit so your passion that we may Despight of Love or Venus have a day Or two or three to consecrate to mirth And give our hopes in you a second birth You that are one that shares in all the parts Of Natures blessings and sublimist Arts You that know all that Man should know is good As worthy in your actions as by blood Of your prime Ancestors you that justly can Instruct in knowledge the illitterate Man By exact rule be so much now your selfe And let your judgement banish th' scurvy Elfe Your too much doting Love a thing that none But fooles and mad-men will be seene to owne Dotage is incident to yeares fourescore But you as yet have not seene twenty foure It dulls the sence and stupifies the wit And to reside with them it is most fit I know thy wit 's as active as the fire And subtill as the ayre Kill that desire Would list thee 'mongst such Idiots I know A nobler way than that for thee Then goe Unto thy Study see how ruinate It 's growne and through thy absence desolate See how thy Bookes lye speechlesse how they mourne Like true observants till thy sweet returne And see what Randevous the Monthes have made Here lyes a member of an Iliade Compacted once was Homers Now it lyes Unto their spoile an humble Sacrifice Correct these faults my friend and thou shalt see That childish Love 's not worth thy Librarie But I have div'd too deepe and may suspect Your Temper being mov'd you will correct Me as the rest taking on me a task Which may be doubtfull to you yet I 'le ask No mercie from you what I 've done 't is fit You should conceive was zeale so tender it To the truly vertuous and his much honoured Lady the Lady Iane S. an Ode YOu that are shee Which every Woman ought to be The glory of our age Whose sweet demeanour shewes Where Love and Vertue flowes Where Beauty and Delight doth dwell Wee cannot finde your Parallell In all this Terren stage You that are shee Whose youth is from corruption free My Fancie dare uphold Were there more such as you To noble Actions true Men need not feare to say they did Possesse some heavenly treasure hid E're since the age of gold You that are shee Compos'd of Natures Rarity Cherries in Winter grow Upon your lips which tell How much you doe excell The Summers pride but on your brest The Phoenix builds her spicie nest Without dissolving snow You that are shee The top branch of that glorious tree for Pious acts renown'd Departed hence but are Each of them fixt a starre In Heavens bright firmament while you Inherit here as your just due Honour with Vertue crown'd You that are shee Distinguish can formality From needlesse pride when wee Seeke for some beauteous face Adorn'd with modest Grace A Lady that 's so well enclinde Shee beares a Seraphinian minde Whose sacred Meditations to us shew Shee 's mark't a Saint wee need not farther goe For you are onely shee To the right Worshipfull Sir I. B. K. upon encouraging him in Poetry MY Muse as cold as clay from your quick Rayes Promethean like grew Masculine her Bayes Receiv'd a freshnesse your AEtheriall fire Ranne through her faculties 'till her desire Met with my wishes jointly to begin Our votes to you yet stay it were a sin Should shee omit your Lady and your Race The perfect figures of the sum of Grace And honour'd Sir to you whose powerfull name Merits above the Donatives of fame You that are great in goodnesse whose blest Fate Makes you a Pillar of this Brittish state May you be free from sorrow free from care That may disturb your quiet to declare You onely mortall May you live to see A Nestors age in blest felicity May you continue ever in that seat Your merits and not Fortune have made great May you enjoy your wishes full content To crowne your latter dayes till they are spent May you embrace a Fathers comfort by Your children in succesfull Progenie May they in it be happy and may health Purchase the keeping you and your just wealth From others deprivation may Encrease For ever crowne the Harvest of your peace A Sigh POst happy sigh upon the wings Of some blest Cherubin that sings Continuall Anthems in the Quire Of Heaven there finish thy desire Thou wert not borne for the poore use Of Mistresse but my sinnes abuse And 't is not fit thou should'st endure A mixture with this ayre impure Thou drew'st thy breath from me and art The issue of a contrite heart As Mothers e're their time be runne With anguish bring a breathlesse sonne Into the world so I did thee With griefe and unfain'd misery Th' art of as little use unlesse Thy Innocence can winne accesse To enter heavens eares wee need Some Cherubin to intercede For us expence wee need not feare Bribes have no power to enter there Or if thou doubt'st because but one Thou canst not well expresse a groane Nor justly plead for mercie I Will send thee Legions more shall buy My soule from death When all agree To fill the heavens with Harmony To his friend J. W. a Meditation DId wee consider rightly what a store Of imperfections waites to ruine man From 's infancie to 's grave Vice makes a sore Upon his soule incurable that can Precipitate his glories to th' Abysse Once banisht from the Paradise of Blisse His first breath is a cry His last a groane Yet happy in that groane if hee dy'd well Angels shall wait his soule 's
blush Adonis Kisse him LYSANDER Oh you must not blush you spoile the jest on 't I 'le span thy Waste and doe as Wantons use I 'le be Adonis but will not refuse GLORIANA Nay fie you stray beyond your limits LYSANDER Kisse Modesty allowes such undefiled mixtures To them FRANCISCO Ah! where are my eyes what curst unruly windes Have blowne 'em out and in their stead plac'd these base counterfaits Oh you Deities you are unjust to suffer this If these eyes be my owne may they be blasted that without my Lycence Durst see this object but yet let reason Sway my passion Why doe I wish a mischiefe on my selfe That must see their destruction I have long Suspected him by reason of her Necios And the continuall scorne dwelt on her brow When I did proffer love were I provided I 'd rush upon 'em and from his base armes Snatch the false Girle but I 'le stand secure A while and over-heare 'em GLORIANA 'T is time to part w 'ave dally'd Time too long Lysander will you walk LYSANDER Thinks Gloriana That Time is lost that 's spent with her Lysander FRANCISCO Deluding devill GLORIANA I could Lysander Might it not staine my Mayden-yeares live onely By gazing on thy Beauty LYSANDER Nay now you mock me but I hope e're long Wee shall with more security enjoy What our hearts wish for Where shall wee next meet GLORIANA In this very place to morrow be sure you meet LYSANDER Exeunt I will not faile FRANCISCO Nor I to meet you both Oh my best starres How I shall weave my selfe into revenge just just Gods y 'ave stampt my braine for mischiefe which on them I 'le execute And none shall pry into my faults within Revenge has Coverts fit to hide his sin Exit CLOE mad SINGS Hey downe a downe derry And shall not wee be merry A fire on thy hole 'T is as black as a cole And thy nose is as browne as a berry Hi ho What a thing this love is When Love did act a womans part Shee sings Shee could have dy'd with all her heart It swell'd her so in every part Shee swore 't was winde and then did Hi hi hi hi Nymphes to her Sing about her Love cannot chuse but pitty yeeld He never liv'd in tented field 'Mongst iron hearted men He knowes both how and when Thee to restore To what thou wert before He has a tender brest which knowes Your wants by the tormenting woes He 's subject to himselfe Then doe not you despaire That are both young and faire Thus wee convay you hence CLOE Takes Cloe with 'em Where doe you leade mee Exeunt Lysander and Gloriana LYSANDER How blest are wee that Fortune hath So much befriended us in this happy Convenient opportunity GLORIANA 'T is an unaccustom'd favour And we ought in duty to acknowledge A thankfulnesse for it LYSANDER Shee sits downe So sits the pride of Nature to out-vye Each glorious Beauty of the chequer'd field And Flora's richest Wardrobe GLORIANA I perceive Y 'ave practis'd long in th' flattering Rules of love What wil reward you LYSANDER A kisse is more than I can merit Will you sing GLORIANA And you 'l give me another for my paines LYSANDER Put it to the tryall You shall not loose your labour SONG GLORIANA Sit while I doe gather flowers And depopulate the Bowers Here 's a kisse will come to thee Lysander Give me one I 'le give thee three BOTH Thus in harmlesse sport wee may Passe all idle houres away GLORIANA Hark hark how fine The Birds doe chime And pretty Philomel Her moane doth tell BOTH Then pitty pitty love and all is well GLORIANA Here 's the Violet Pink and Rose The sweetest breathings for the nose LYSANDER Yet thy breath to me doth yeeld More fragrant sents than all the field GLORIANA Love cares not for flowers or toyes Play games for your apish Boyes Nor superstition For his condition Is for to know Lysander if you love or no GLORIANA Then answer love I or no But yet me thinks that face should be The Modell of true constancie Therefore no reason have I To suspect thy loyalty Here 's another kisse for thee LYSANDER Give me one I 'le give thee three BOTH Thus in harmlesse sport wee may Passe all idle houres away GLORIANA Hark hark how fine The Birds doe chime And pretty Philomel Her moane doth tell BOTH Then pitty pitty Love and all is well LYSANDER Y 'ave sung me most a sleepe my eyes are dull and heavy Faith I must make thy lap my pillow GLORIANA Repose thy gentle head on 't Alas I 'm heavy too and must obey my destinie Sleepe The Destinies SING Sleepe on sleepe on For wee have so decreed That thou must bleed Sleepe on sleepe on And maist thou never rise For blood the shepheard cryes Sleepe on sleepe on Exeunt A heavenly messenger in white SONG Rise rise Lysander to prevent What the Destinies decreed Thou art constant permanent And must not bleed Thy constant seed Shall be the shepheards joy No annoy Shall attend Such a friend As the Lasses need Rise rise awake And sleepe off shake The Heavens are pleas'd thy part to take For thy Love's sake Exit GLORIANA They stirre Lysander where ar't Lord how my fancie 's troubled LYSANDER How fares my Gloriana I have had Strange thoughts that would have dispossest Me of my rest had I not tooke it here On your sacred lap Francisco disguis'd with others FRANCISCO That is the man upon him instantly While I attach his Mistresse GLORIANA Ah me Lysander what meanes these sad spectacles 1. VILLANE Wee must have life and death GLORIANA Both life and death how can that be FRAN. Thy life and thy Lysanders death GLORIANA I 've heard that voyce e're now Afford more milder language FRAN. Stop her mouth lest shee does charme me Unto pitty LYSANDER Are you but men and dare doe this GLORIANA Oh spare Lysander sheath your swords in me FRAN. Wee 'l not expostulate take that 2. VILLANE And that GLORIANA They take her with them Oh Lysander Stay stay let me but breath my last Upon her lips and I 'le forgive this Butchery Cowards Villaines Miscreants have you left me But oh my fairest whether art thou fled Feare has made pale those cheekes that were so red I 'le follow thee they shall not dare to touch The least hem of thy garments But oh I faint And must surrender up to earth that part I tooke from her Gloriana oh Gloriana Claudia and Florida CLAVDIA Wee may for recreation walk And use some pretty harmlesse talk Religion does not tye us to A stricter course than wee can doe FLORIDA T is dangerous walking every field Doth nought but sounds of horror yeeld And to my fancie doth appeare Poore slaughter'd Maids the Butchers beare The name of Lovers and can finde A way in killing to be kinde Lysander Oh! Ah me whence came that groane CLAUDIA It is a Shepheard wounded sore FLORIDA Sure I 've